This story is a sequel to a story I did not write "Ticklish Cheerleader: Brooke
Taylor's Ticklish Feet": http://themousepad.yuku.com/topic/48893 if you're interested in the
back story it's all covered in the original (focused more on tickling than foot worship, while this one is all foot worship).
Let the story
Brooke chose to keep what had happened to herself, as she was so dreadfully ticklish the thought of being tied down and tickled without mercy even worse than before was simply too frightening. The memories were racing through her head right now, as she was cheering for her school's football team. Unfortunately, she knew it was hopeless for them; she'd provided the game plan and the other team, Summerland, knew exactly what it was. They promised that if she had changed Henderson's plan at all, they'd get her again and much worse. There was no way she was going to let that happen. She loved her boyfriend, Mike, but she didn't like football enough to sacrifice herself to the tickling demons from Summerland's team over it. The game was almost over and Henderson was getting butchered worse than ever before. Brooke was smart and up until now had led them to victory through telling Mike, their star quarterback, the perfect game plans. Rick, the man in charge of her kidnapping and tickle torture from before, looked at her and gave her a wink. The light shone through his Summerland helmet and his grin was easy to see. Brooke thought he was smiling because it was the first time they were going to beat Henderson, so she stuck her tongue out at him, little did she know that something else was in the works.
Knowing that Brooke was too afraid to speak up, Rick knew that Mike had no idea they'd be dominating them unfairly. Before the game he took him aside and made a bet, if Henderson won Rick would quit playing football, but if Summerland won Rick would be allowed to give a friend of his with a powerful foot fetish access to Brooke's feet, whether she liked it or not. Although Mike hated Rick with a passion and would have loved to have him off the grid in terms of football for the rest of his career in the sport, he didn't want anyone touching his girlfriend inappropriately. "Come on Mike, it's just her nasty feet anyway. I promise he won't lay a hand on any other part of her. The only clothing she'd lose would be shoes and socks maximum." Rick said, sounding awfully persuasive. Mike finally broke down and agreed, with a firm handshake he agreed to the bet. Excellent, Rick thought to himself; everything was falling into place perfectly.
The game ended with an obviously gruesome score, judging from the sound of the crowd. Summerland was shouting as if they'd all just won the lottery, while the majority of Henderson sat silent looking shocked. The tables had turned so suddenly, it was completely unexpected. Depressed about their first loss to Summerland since he'd started attending Henderson, Mike forgot all about the bet. He got into his truck with a couple of teammates and drove off to the local bar to drink himself into a stupor. He'd apologize to Brooke later for leaving her behind, but he thought she'd understand how he felt and he didn't want her to see him like that. As everyone walked out of the stadium, Brooke started to cry. She felt so terrible for selling out her school, her team, and her boyfriend. She knew it was selfish but she honestly couldn't stand being tickled one bit and didn't know what else to do. Wiping away her tears, she started to leave herself, seeing that damn Summerland van driving off. It wasn't getting farther away though, in fact, it was coming closer.
Brooke started to back up, convinced they thought she'd sold them out for some reason even though there was no proof. She tripped a little and fell on her butt as two guys walked out of the back of the van and picked her up, walking her towards the inside. Rick was there to greet her and he explained the terms of the bet he'd made with Mike before the game. "Honestly it was just a test to see if you'd sold us out or not, so we'd be prepared. It was only when I got there that I thought to turn it into something more exciting. You can't blame him, he's never lost to us before, and he thought it'd be a good way to get rid of me. Poor sap is probably so depressed right now he's off at the bar, forgetting all about that little bet of his. You can tell him all about what he missed in the morning, Brooke." Rick said. A taller man who wasn't with the group that tickled her was sitting next to him, staring at her hungrily. "This is my friend from high school, Jeremy. He's had a foot fetish for as long as I could remember, and since he came all this way to see me I thought I'd give him a little treat. You're fine with that, right Brooke?" Rick asked rhetorically.
Rick told Brooke to place her feet on Jeremy's lap. She was reluctant at first so he reminded her how simple it would be for them to drive back to the cabin in the woods to tickle her until she passed out. With that, she no longer hesitated, placing both feet still in sneakers on Jeremy's lap. She looked so good sitting there with her tight cheerleader's outfit on, still a little sweaty. Everyone in that van wanted to tear those clothes off of her and fuck her on the spot, but they had their manners and knew this was Jeremy's day. He removed one of her sneakers and lifted it up to his face, putting his nose inside of it and taking a long hard whiff of such perfection. The smell was strong, but that's what he loved. To him it was simply divine, which he demonstrated by taking a few more whiffs and eventually pulling off the other sneaker to do the same. Lifting up both of her legs by the ankles he placed her warm, sweaty, damp socks directly on his face.
Brooke felt bad for him considering how her feet had spent the past few hours sweating uncontrollably in the sneakers she'd worn to every cheer practice and event for the past year and a half, not to mention when she jogged every day. Her feet must have smelled absolutely terrible, but Jeremy looked like he was in love. He rubbed the sweat soaked socks all over his face as if he was trying to drown himself in them, and if he could have he would have. He stuck his tongue out and ran it across both socks, getting a good taste for the main course. His excitement was building as quickly as his erection. He placed her left foot on his lap so that it rubbed against his hardened cock and lifted her right foot to be right in front of him as he slowly slipped off her thick white gym sock. The soles underneath were as white and creamy as Rick had promised, quite possibly the best pair of feet Jeremy had ever laid eyes on. The pale milky soles went so well with the bronze color of the rest of her skin. Jeremy stuck his tongue out and ran it up the length of her sole, from heel to toe, doing this five times until he reached the tip of every toe. The stinging taste of sweat combined with the delicious sweetness of some expensive lotion was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Unable to help himself he continued to lick every inch of her sole, delicately in between each one of her sweaty toes, sucking on each one as he went. He even went so far as to lick the top of her foot clean, then went back and did it all over again.
Completely lost in the moment, Brooke interrupted asking "Alright, can I go now? I let your stupid friend lick my feet." Rick smiled and responded, "You let him lick your foot, you've still got one more." Jeremy lifted her still socked left foot to his face after putting her bare, tongue bathed foot on top of his erection. This time he pulled the sock off with haste, wasting no time in getting to that wonderful smelling, sweaty, milky white sole. He started out with sucking her cute little toes, starting with the pinky, and making his way to the big toe. As he enjoyed himself he remembered the candy he'd purchased during the game that he put in his back pocket, he slipped his hand back and felt it, it was obviously melted giving him a great idea. He placed her foot down as he pulled the smashed and melted peanut butter cups out of his pocket and opened the package. He pulled one of them out, getting it all over his fingers, and picked up Brooke's left foot again. He'd only sucked on the toes once, and her feet had been so sweaty they would still retain most of their taste even after that. Using the wax paper the cup was originally held in to protect most of his hand, he smeared the chocolate and peanut butter all over her foot. The originally creamy white sole was now covered in various shades of brown; Rick hungrily lifted it to his face and began licking powerfully. The chocolate and peanut butter mixed with the strong flavor of her foot sweat and made something of a fetishist's delight. He'd spend his entire paychecks on this candy if he could get it mass produced, chocolate peanut butter and a gorgeous girl's sweaty foot? No one could question the excellence of such a perfect product. These thoughts rippled through his mind like daydreams as he licked her foot completely clean. It took him almost ten minutes of nonstop licking to finally fully expose the original color of Brooke's bare foot. Finally, Jeremy was finished.
"You're free to go, Brooke." Rick said. "But I'm going to keep your socks, they just smell too good I can't resist." Jeremy added. Brooke was pretty weirded out by what had just happened, but she didn't complain. Mike had a little bit of a foot fetish himself, so it wasn't a completely new concept to her, it was just strange to give her feet like that to a person she didn't love. She was just happy she hadn't been tickled within an inch of her sanity. Slipping her sneakers on, she walked out of the back of the van and towards the car she borrowed to get to the game. She couldn't wait to give Mike a piece of her mind, making her go through with that all because of a stupid bet. He was in for it big, in fact, once she got home maybe she'd jog to the bar she knew he'd be at. It was only a few miles from her house, but she needed to clear her head. She got home and washed any remains of saliva or chocolate off of her feet, then slipped them bare back into those still warm and moist sneakers. She jogged the entire way from her home to the bar and made it just in time.
Mike was about to leave the bar himself, alone, and drive home. He was too drunk to walk right let alone drive. Brooke approached him and slapped him straight across the face. "That's for thinking you're safe to drive home when you're this drunk." she told him. Another slap followed, "That's for using me in a bet against that scumbag Rick. He let some creepy friend of his from high school lick my feet for almost a half hour. I felt so violated, it was such a strange situation, I just wanted you to come save me but instead you forgot all about me and went to this bar." Mike began to apologize, "I'm sorry baby I thought you'd understand. I was so depressed after losing the game. I hate Rick, losing to that piece of shit just destroyed me. I never thought he was serious about that bet, I forgot all about it during the gam-" Brooke cut him off, "Well he was serious, and you should have at least let me know. I don't know how I'll ever forgive you for this." They both got into Mike's trick, Brooke in the passenger seat. As she was driving Mike, drunk as he was, continued to plead for forgiveness "Brooke come on, I'll do anything just forgive me. I promise I'll never do anything like that again baby just forgive me…" Brooke got an idea and pulled off to the side of the road, in a small parking lot in front of a local park. It was dark out so nobody was there. She turned off the truck and said "Alright, if you'll do anything…" she said, while taking off her seat belt. "…lick my feet clean. They're pretty nasty right now, but if Rick's weird friend could lick them after I was cheering for hours and love it, if you really love me you should be able to lick them when they're all sweaty too." Brooke said as she slipped off her sneakers revealing her incredibly sweaty and slightly dirty bare feet. They must have smelled very strong after jogging a few miles without socks in those year and a half old smelly sneakers. She pressed them against Mike's face, since he hadn't objected yet, and said "Come on Mike, lick them clean. If you do it, I'll forgive you, I promise."
Mike decided this was worth it and he stuck his tongue out and began licking his girlfriend's gorgeous sweaty soles. To both of their surprise, as his tongue lapped away at her feet, he began to get a full hard on. "Wow Mike, I knew you had a bit of a foot fetish but not this strong. Maybe I should start letting you have them before I shower, instead of after?" she asked, knowing he couldn't answer with his tongue trapped between her toes. She leaned forward and unzipped his jeans, slipping his cock out. She started to stroke it quickly, trying to see how fast she could make him cum. Mike was enjoying the hand job so much he'd stopped licking. "Don't stop licking! Suck on my toes Mike!" and as he slid the first of her ten sweaty toes into his mouth he felt an incredible orgasm building. As he sucked on the tenth and final toe, he exploded.